[Scoinwolf]

Bjorn: "bear"
Keir: "dusky, dark-haired"

"Hey! Hey you!"
The exclamation startled the young Dao, causing him to halt his step and glance back over his shoulder. Bjorn was met with the sight of a blade, the gleaming metal only inches from the tip of his nose.
With a curse, the two year old twisted around and skipped backwards a few steps. He glared at the Isyrian now before him. Pirates, his mind supplied. He'd been warned there were some in the area, and still he traveled south anyways.
The Isyrian looked him up and down. "What's a northern fellow like yourself doing all the way down here?" His voice had a lilt to it, a soft southern accent blurring his words.
If he wasn't so terrified it would have been charming. "What's it to you?" Bjorn held his head high, his own knife a second away from being drawn in response. It was held in place by the cuff on his front leg, he could snag it within a heartbeat and not lose any time.
"Whoa, we got a tough guy here!" The grey canine laughed, eyes crinkling in mirth. He did a lazy once over, looking Bjorn up and down with a sly grin. "You've got noble bearing."
"Thanks, I think." Bjorn frowned. "Your posture is horrifyingly lax."
"Yours is just as bad, you look like a mountain." The silver eyes rolled. "You could stand to loosen up a bit, gorgeous."

-

They'd gone from confrontation to sharing a camp and Bjorn wasn't quite sure how it had happened. The Isyrian, Keir, was stretched out by the fire, counting his spoils from the day's plunderings. The dusky grey dog caught him staring and grinned cheekily, the one that had his head tilting to the side and exposed his teeth. "Wanna help me out here?" He pushed a small clasp forwards.
Bjorn studied the clip. "Is that.. one of the pins from my bag?" He was confused.
"Is it?" Keir hummed, feigning innocence. "Well, wherever it came from, it'll look better on me." He decided and rested his head against his paws. "Clamp it on my ear?"
"What?!" Bjorn was caught off guard. "You can't pierce yourself with a bag clip!"
Keir rolled his eyes, grumbling. "It's not that big of a deal. We all do it." The pirate pouted. "C'mon."
The dao caved at that look, getting up and crossing over to Keir's side of the fire. He figured this was as good as any way for the Isyrian to learn the consequences of sticking unsanitary pins in his flesh.

-

"Ow!"
"I think it's infected."
"Well, yeah it is! It burns!"
"That's what you get for using a bag clip as an earring."

-

They'd gone from laying on opposite sides of the fire to settling in for the night together. Bjorn had had to tend to a feverish pirate for roughly a month, staying by his side throughout the moon's time to ward off the shivering. But now, now that his companion of sorts was better, it was suddenly awkward.
He had laid down with a huff, dirty red fur brushing lightly against the grey of the other dog. At once Keir froze.
"What'd'ya think you're doing." The drawl came out more pointed than intended, and the pirate winced internally.
Bjorn cracked open one eye. "Going to sleep." He shot back in response, mind drowsy enough that he didn't notice anything odd. "You got a problem with that?"
The Isyrian narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling challenged. ".. No .." He rumbled softly. He watched as Bjorn closed his eyes once more, calculating his next move. When it became apparent that the solid wall of muscle wasn't planning on moving anytime soon, Keir got daring. As he returned to laying himself, he allowed his body to roll slightly to his right, resting some of his weight against Bjorn's side.
The dao hardly noticed, noting only that there was a pleasant warmth against his left.

-

The morning after had been awkward again. This time it was Bjorn who found their sleeping situation weird. He'd woken with his chin pressed against the top of Keir's head, his left paw thrown over the pirate's side and resting against the softer fur of his stomach. The worst part was that Keir was already awake. His attempt at wiggling out of Bjorn's grip was what had woken the northerner.

He couldn't look Keir in the eye all day.

They laid down together again that night.

Basically, Keir flirted constantly, and it all goes over Bjorn's head, while Bjorn flirts back without realizing it, and Keir is amused by this. Bjorn is slow to realize how he really feels about his pirate, and Keir is more than happy to lord it over him.

Bjorn: Longhaired Dao. He gets more grey as he gets older ~
Keir: Isyrian, same as ever

[ThousandSounds]

Oh m'gosh.. I love this so much!! ^^

[Ramesses]

Dude, this is awesome!

[Scoinwolf]

Thanks y'all ^^

[Spiritstar3]

Daw, they're so cute

[Scoinwolf]

Thanks XD

[Spiritstar3]

XP
Alright, I have to ask; Who is Deltora? (I just noticed the title, I think I read it wrong the first time)

[Scoinwolf]

Deltora is their adopted daughter^^

[Spiritstar3]

XP Alright
She sounds cute